No

I refuse to

fall in love

The thrill of

the hurried air combing through my hair

And the earth rushing to meet my

anxious face

is gone now

 

Much like you are

 

No

I don't wish to fall

If the universe could

grant me one pace-altering gift

 

I'd wish to float

with you

like two ice cubes

emersed and indulging in

liquid joy

Never to be parched by

fear again